Today’s Glimmer…Remember my African Violet plant? It was actually three plants in one pot. Several months ago I transplanted them…they have a lovely afternoon sun window seat…and I would say the separation of these conjoined triplets was a success. (Knock on wood 😊) Stay tuned for the first blooms!
My family is spread out in all directions. It takes several hours to get to each other for a visit. If you can catch them home that is. We are so busy these days. Our “Christmas” holiday happened weeks ago ( requiring overnight accommodations due to the distance ). It was lovely but not everyone could make it. So this week as we enter into the actual holiday rush, it feels a bit weird.
I find myself celebrating contemplative holidays these days. Quiet, peaceful, restful. It’s not the big gatherings I’d imagined I’d be spending. I’ve long since reconciled reality with expectation. And I’ve learned to savor every opportunity I do get to be with my children, their children, and their children’s children. Generations come and go so quickly don’t they? We only get a short time on this planet. May we live each moment in moments rich with the gift of presence.
We had a busy few days and I missed sharing a few glimmers with you. Rather than catch up, I’m leaving you with a photo of my trio of African Violet plants. And a few little streams of haiku-style consciousness.
much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~kat
1- Solstice
days feel lighter earth on its axis tilting night wanes bit by bit
2- generational shifts
fate doles its sentence generations slip away names written in dust
3- leafless
the sun glares harshly through leafless trees in winter blotting out the sky
4- don’t look back
some days I look back trying to find memories it makes now jealous
5- civil unrest
one day you will see everything will be okay today’s not that day
today’s poems in reVerse
today’s not that day trying to find memories blotting out the sky names written in dust night wanes bit by bit
It’s been more than a minute since I crafted a ReVerse Poem…this one spans several weeks. But…I’m glad I waited. I love this look back, line by line capturing daily snapshots of what I was thinking at the time.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. First, the ReVerse Poem…then a a glimpse into the magnificent glimmers that have sustained me!
~kat
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A ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 14 December 2025
a snapshot in time
let me be a safe place for you but for a golden moment muted in cool gray a snapshot in time
i felt her presence pressing my soul breaking through the veil if I were to change she moves me unseen crystalline ice shards tap my bare skin barely capturing her magnificence, a faded photograph to anyone who sees, it’s clear, frost and lace sheltering in grace snow falls soft they don’t know they’re wild
we should not whisper oh so many times darkness fades away as promised, sure as dusk
~kat
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the past several weeks.
a deep, slow breath in when the end is clearly not clear before fading into dust it’s the dawn that rescues me where the edge looms ever close a glimpse of the heavens morning walks through the mist at dawn just a glimmer souls of trees laid bare and pure the sweetest of blossoms into a world turned gray
~kat
Things have been quite bizarre lately stateside. Sometimes I envy my friends and neighbors across the border or across the pond. But it seems no matter where a body lives, there are leaders who don’t care about the people they serve but rather, care only about staying in power and reaping the benefits. It’s not like this generation of humans is experiencing an anomaly. Selfish, cruel leaders have been with us since time began.
I have found that the only way to survive the wrath of horrible leaders and the current disturbing state of the world is to focus on what is most important. Fortunately the season is right on time. There are opportunities to share time with family and friends this time of year more than any other. Perfect! Because that is what is most important. The relationships we cherish. The world will eventually right the downward spiral we are currently experiencing. For now and until the end of 2025, I choose to cherish those who mean the most to me…and that includes myself.
Take care my friends. Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
a system that moves on from oops as the walls came tumbling down you’ve made it this far we don’t know what we don’t know naked in the snow on the cusp we’ll tip our warm cups for being different a call to surrender there is too much of it with nothing…to do
~kat
Sunday is typically thought of as the last day of the week-end. But I remember learning that Sunday was the first day of the week. Tomayto…tomato.
Night comes sooner now that we have “fallen back” from daylight savings time…as if daylight needed saving. I do appreciate the illusion of an extra hour of sleep based on the numbers on my digital clocks. I never seem to get enough sleep these days. But the animals are not having it. They know what time it is. And they don’t particularly care if Sunday or Monday is the first day of the week either…or if it’s Wednesday (do you sound out the syllables in your head when you write it? Wed-NES-day?)
We like to control things. We like to be in charge. We like to know what’s happening next, and those with the means will do anything to ensure things go the way they expect. The rest of us are along for the ride…and I just have to say, the ride of late is a blended monstrosity of the most stomach churning, terrifying, death defying amusement park rides…just a thought…it’s a roller-tilta-death-drop-anti-gravity-raging-lazy-river-bumper-swing-space tunnel-bungee-coaster. And for years I thought the hamster wheel was a tyrant.
On to Monday then…but first proper Sunday first day of the week. Rest up…you’re gonna need it. ready set go!
roots of grass in horror, the world sees our once great nation fall I was so hoping the pain, the cruelty, the hate… it’s hard to tell, to imagine the peril we're in there is no limit (to) the price I’d pay to send away a certain orange man with tiny hands, never trust a fool
~kat
Gentle Sunday to you. I’d like to imagine that we’ve seen the worst of it. That things will get better, but I know that’s wishful thinking on my part. Already the landscape and landmarks that chronicled the centuries old history of this nation have been irrevocably destroyed, dumped onto the dustheap of failed governments.
But we the people are still here. We’re not going away. Compassion, peace, respect, kindness and liberty are worth fighting for.
And finally…last week wasn’t a complete disaster. Just look at those glimmers!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the past week.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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